I wake up in Canterbury. Back with my elderly parents. A couple of weeks down here and in London over Easter. There's a copy of Finley Quaye's Maverick a Strike on the desk. I'll give it a listen and then go and see if I can help mum and dad with anything .
Maverick a Strike still sounds great. A spark. A light striking, A rainbow. Positivity. Of its time. But great to spin once in a while Spin back in time. To people and your former self.
The hit singles Finley a rough, sparkling diamond I understand he's had his problems since. Well this is life. That's the journey we're all embarked on. The road that takes us to the stars.
When this, his debut came out, I was doing a PGCE at Greenwich. I wasn't as together as I am now. It was a pretty dreadful course to be oinest ad didn't lead anywhere. I went back to my parents. Back into EFL and off down the road that led me to where I am now. Sat at this desk while the fog clears and the sun rises in the sky that reflects from my bedroom mirror
Back in those days records were too long. Catered for the CD market. They became a bit shapeless Formless. but Barmy Finley and Maverick a Strike are fighting fit and quite compact in its loose way. Shadow boxing. Feinting . Rasta man. It's good to listen to this again. Onwards. Into the day
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